I am getting ready to make a solo trip from West Virginia to Nova Scotia. I have taken solo trips before, but never a road trip. I’m excited, but also nervous, since I am a pessimist and I am sure I will get a flat tire or will strike a moose or something.
I had airline tickets and a rental car reserved, but my airline changed my schedule with no comparable flight home. I am secretly happy about that, as I made the mistake of googling “car rental horror stories,” and decided all those things would happen to me if I rented a car. Again, this is the pessimist talking.
But, sometimes the optimist wins and I began planning a road trip. My main destination is Peggy’s Cove, on the east coast of Nova Scotia. I snapped this photo from a web cam I watch from time to time.
This is a very busy area in the summer.
I knew this when I made a reservation at a bed and breakfast near Peggy’s Cove. Since I am a pretend photographer, I hope to drive to Peggy’s Cove at sunrise and again at sunset, before and after the tour buses and throngs of people come and go. I am staying for four nights and will use the bed and breakfast as my home base while I head to places like Burnt Coat Head and Lunenburg, a UNESCO World Heritage site. The main reason I chose the dates I did was to be here during a full moon. So far, the weather looks good, but you can never depend on weather 7+ days ahead.
You have no idea how long it has taken me to make a decision on my route to Nova Scotia. Did I really want to have several 10+ hours a day in a car to get to my destination? Did I want to take a 5 1/2 hour ferry across the ocean and Bay of Fundy when I have motion sickness as quick as you can say, “motion sickness.” I was called Pukey Vickie when I was young and got sick on the school bus every day, so why would I do that to myself?
Google maps is such a great tool and I abuse the little yellow guy many hours each day. I pick him up and drop him off on roads left and right. He lets me see if there is a cool looking fishing shack by a lake on a particular road. I’ve been jotting down cool photo opportunities in my “Nova Scotia” notebook. I know, I’m such a nerd.
I hope to travel about 11 hours the first day and will try to make it to the Portsmouth, New Hampshire area. I want to visit Nubble Lighthouse on Cape Neddeck the next morning before the crowds arrive. There is also a web cam of the parking lot from the top of the lighthouse.
And from there I was stumped. Do I continue to drive through Maine, cross the border and head to Saint John, New Brunswick, or do I drive to Portland and catch the ferry to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia? I posed the question on Trip Advisor and a reader wrote that Route 9 from Bangor to Calais and the border is desolate and traveled by trucks. The statistics for vehicle/animal collisions is high on this road. My little yellow Google guy didn’t show me much in the way of photo ops on this road. I guess there would be one if there was a moose in the road, but did I want to be alone for two hours on a road with not much in between towns? I also have a weak bladder. I know you don’t need to know that, but I stop often at rest stops. I guess that is why the back seat in my car is littered with brochures.
On the other hand, did Pukey Vickie want to spend $306 one way to ride on a catamaran ferry for 5 1/2 hours? I would be stuck if I decided to throw up after three minutes on the ferry. And I’m pretty sure that is going to happen. My subconscious made me laugh one day when I saw that my buggy in Walmart contained the following: Bonine, a Sea-Band wrist thingy, a book called Mrs. Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, a Sudoku puzzle book, and a pack of mechanical pencils. I guess that meant that I was going to reserve the ferry.
With that out of the way, I made reservations yesterday at a cute-looking bed and breakfast about three minutes from the terminal. The CAT ferry is supposed to arrive around 9pm. We will have to set our clocks ahead an hour before we arrive. Little Yellow Google Guy showed me a McDonalds nearby, just in case I am through vomiting (pessimist) and need some late night food in my stomach. I like the thought of arriving late so I won’t have to hop in the car and drive hours to my next destination. I can crash at the bed and breakfast and put my foot on the floor to make the room stop spinning.
So, I will either blog every day or wait until I get home and after I have had the chance to crop, level, and photoshop the hell out of my photos. Sometimes my photos get a little wonky.
I guess I should take a tripod.
The pessimist in me is slowly fading. I hope this is a memorable trip. I had plans to buy and wear a Trump Refugee shirt with the Canadian flag on front as I know this will be a conversation starter, but then again, maybe a lover of Donald Trump would throw me overboard.